Sniveling Beta Or Scheming Alpha?

Young reader “Barry” wants to know if his Yearbook note to a girl he knows (who also knows his friend “Greg”) is beta or alpha.

Kelli,

It has been so nice getting to know you this year. You are extremely sweet and foxy, I don’t know why Greg would want to spend any time with me at all! You really deserve better than clowns like us; you even laugh at my jokes! I hope we can keep in touch this summer, even though Greg will be gone. Call me up, and I’ll buy you lunch sometimes. [phone number] Anyway, good luck in everything you do, and stay happy.

You friend,

Love [heart symbol]

My gut reaction is that the note stinks of beta. Heart symbols are beta to any girl you aren’t already fucking. Hell, they’re beta to girls you *are* fucking. The self-deprecation is over the top, and beta if the recipient is a girl you aren’t fucking. It’s just barely tolerable if you’re self-depreacting to a girl you are already fucking.

But what I’d want to know, “Barry”, is the nature of your interest in “Kelli”. Is she just a friend, or do you have a secret crush on her? If you like her as more than a friend, then you come off as a supplicating orbiter here. But an orbiter with a sleazy, scheming alpha streak. You normally only see Kelli when Greg is with her, so it’s a good bet they’re dating. Waiting for your friend to skedaddle for the summer so you can slip her the full-blooded chub is just the kind of backroom dealing that will serve you well in future endeavors.

Chicks dig a man in command with a plan, so your subterfuge might succeed, but offering to buy lunch and giving her your number were bad moves. Better to talk to her alone and get her number than to leave it in her Yearbook for Greg to see.

Over to the CH commenters: what do you think of Barry’s tone? Is this Yearbook note weak sauce or is it the right touch of sneaky fucker cad game?

UPDATE

Some commenters caught on. The “Barry” above is none other than B-Dawg Obama.

High school is the crucible of our character. What you will be for the rest of your life is usually resolved before Senior Prom. But not always. Some men develop later, others are able to grow beyond the bounds of their formative years. You can tell a lot about a person by what he wrote in a Yearbook decades ago, and Barry’s note confirms my judgment of his character: He’s a beta at heart who became alpha through circumstance, mimicry and sheer grit. Some might derisively call this a Paper Alpha, but it’s still a better life as a paper alpha than a bona fide beta.

other dan a ocuple of splleing mistakez and some grammatical errosz, da notei is fine.

here da GBFM has made some minorz correctionz :

Kelli,

Lotsas cockas! It has been so nice getting to know you this year. You are extremely sweet and foxy with a tight bung, I don’t know why Greg would want to spend any time with me at all as my bung is not nearly as tite lzozzol! You really deserve better, longer cockasz like minez; you even laugh at my jokes! I hope you can touch me this summer, even though Greg will be gone. Call me up, and I’ll butthext u sometimes. [phone number] Anyway, good luck in everything you do, and i’ll keep ur bunghoiolio happy.

i am workiking on some GFBM SPELLCHECKINGZ SO?FTWAREZ SOFTWAREZ so dat all da betas can run their love letterz through it to check for proper duiction dicktioon and grammar and spleleingz before senidng der love leteterozlzozlzo

butthext: pronounced buttttthhhhhh-exxxxxttttt’!! in a high lipthsspy voice as deomstrated by the master #1 butethxtmatser as he secrtey tpaez it en route to getting lauded by the wekkly stanadrad neoconths wekely standardth lzlzlzzo

I re-read it. I’d say Obama is an extreme alpha inside that tries to veil his nature and bottle it up because he thinks he can be in better control of others by appearing nonchalant and non-threatening.

There is a whole lot of narcissism and aggression in that letter, but Barry doesn’t want to own up to that image, so he wraps it in insincere self deprication.

We could call that a note written on a whim in a yearbook, true. But who writes a sentence in a yearbook with a correctly placed semi colon? He’s so plotting, so deliberate, so hyper-aware of every action that he cloaks it in a happy go luck nonchalance.

The only thing that’s changed is that his diabolical and ruthless nature is better hidden in superficial interactions.

I think that this thread might be even more depressing than the one a few days ago about the dude whose new bride wouldn’t even let him kiss her.

But the problems in this yearbook situation are so many [and so depressing] that I don’t even want to start writing them all down.

So instead I’m gonna give the other teenaged readers at the Chateau – all the guys who haven’t completely fucked it up yet – an entirely different idea.

To wit: How about hitting her smack in the [metaphorical] face with this quaint, old-fashioned, almost antiquarian concept, called “honesty”?

[Back in your grandfather’s day, or maybe your great-grandfather’s day, it was considered a virtue.]

Something like the following.

She hands you the book, and you take it, and you start to open it up, but then you hesitate, and you close the book back up [very slowly], and you hand it back to her [very deliberately].

AND THEN YOU LOOK HER SQUARE IN THE EYES, WITHOUT SO MUCH AS A SINGLE MUSCLE IN YOUR FACE FLINCHING, and you summon up the deepest voice you can muster [it’s very important that that pubescent voice of yours not squeak at this moment], and you say:

“Kelli, you’re my best friend’s gal, and I honestly can’t think of a single thing that would be appropriate for me to write in your yearbook.”

Definite homosexual. It’s a virtual certainty that “Barry” has committed sodomy with Greg (as well as a cadre of other mentally unstable disease vectors). If he is scheming, it is with the intent to secure a future beard.

Beta. There’s no possible combination of things that makes this not beta:

1. If you’re *not* trying to get with your friend’s girl, then she should be invisible to you. Life is too short to give a shit about girls you’re not trying to reel in. Nothing is more beta than showering attention and praise on a girl you’ve got no realistic designs on.

2. If you *are* trying to get with your friend’s girl, then the only way to do this is be a cad, because you’re being a cad. Alpha means better than other dudes. It means better than your friend. It means that your note should have been something funny with a bit of an inside joke that gives off a whiff of Greg being the inept outsider. You didn’t do that, so it’s beta.

Don’t even need to analyze this hard. When I was in high school, I wrote a “love letter” to my hot female study buddy (I was her “tutor” in math/beta orbiter, I now know) who I was in love with. Of course not only was it a total beta fail, she immediately showed it to her boyfriend, who was not my friend but was on the same sports team with me (my teammate…I won’t say the sport). So I was a total fucked-over loser the entire rest of my high school life. You can bet that Greg, this girl’s BF, is alpha, and he *will* see this note and not only is that friendship over, the OP writer is toast the rest of his high school life. I hope for his sake he’s a senior. Well I don’t give a shit about him, but if I did, I would hope that.

I never gave out study favors to hot girls. One of the things about being an omega (because that’s what I was, I think it was the Deep Space Nine T-shirt that gave it away) was that rejections were typically so swift, powerful, and humiliating that when the same hot girls that were transparently cruel to me batted their eyes and asked me to “work in their study group,” I wasn’t fooled, had no false hope, knew I would just be plied for answers and then ignored as soon as it was over, and told them to piss off.

“Ya laughed at all of my jokes,my love you didnt ned to coax…” I have to side with those who think Barry is a homosexual. The girl(now woman,obv)made some remarks to the pres similar to what the OTHER gilr had said about Barry,that is he was charming and likeable (duh) but there was no “chemistry” –read “lump in his pants”–there. No,Barry’s passion went in otjher directions. Its not beta becaise Barry is not in HER sexual marketplace.

Yeah, Michelle’s both dynamic and shrewish. At the beginning of his 2008 campaign, Obama’s handlers had to actually tell her to stop ripping on his bad breath, ugly socks, etc in public. She got the message, but … Jesus.

On the other hand, I’m looking forward to her leading the national fat-shaming fight after they leave office. She’s well-positioned to do so, esp. because she’s a black female admired by black females, who’ve got the worst obesity rates in the nation.

You idiots: it is Barry who is disgusted by Michelle, not the other way around. He likes cute little white girls, not 6’2″ gross black he-women with disfiguring underbites, and who can blame him? Can you imagine trying to kiss or have sex with Michelle? Gross. The sex part would result in little cuts and chafes all around the area where your dick is.

You idiots: it is Barry who is disgusted by Michelle, not the other way around. He likes cute little white girls, not 6’2″ gross black he-women with disfiguring underbites, and who can blame him? Can you imagine trying to kiss or have sex with Michelle? Gross. The sex part would result in little cuts and chafes all around the area where your dick is.

I am a graduate of Columbia University, Class of 1983. That’s the same class Barack Obama claims to have graduated from. We shared the same exact major- Political Science. We were both Pre Law. It was a small class- about 700 students. The Political Science department was even smaller and closer-knit (maybe 150 students). I thought I knew, or met at least once, (or certainly saw in classes) every fellow Poly Sci classmate in my four years at Columbia.

But not Obama. No one ever met him. Even worse, no one even remembers seeing that unique memorable face. Think about this for a minute. Our classmate is President of the United States. Shouldn’t someone remember him? Or at least claim to remember him?

One of the speakers at the 30th reunion should have reminisced about “my days with the future President.” But no one did. You’d think Obama might have sent a video to tell us all how much he enjoyed his time at Columbia. You’d think he’d have sent at least a letter to be read aloud from one of his former college buddies. Right? But he didn’t. Because Obama has no former college buddies. No one that ever met Obama, let alone befriended him, was in attendence at our 30th class reunion.

Now you might argue this is all strange, but it’s possible. Afterall Columbia says he graduated. And I take my college’s word for it. Would one of the world’s greatest Ivy League institutions participate in a coverup, thereby risking their billion dollar reputation? And there is one single article written for the Columbia newspaper with Obama’s name on it. A single photo also exists of Obama in his Manhattan apartment with the man he claims was his college roommate- a Pakistani foreign student. And one single radical leftist Columbia professor who hates Israel also claims he remembers Obama.

That’s the sum total of Obama’s existence at Columbia University, Class of ’83.

So I asked every classmate I met at our 30th reunion, many of them Political Science majors, if they ever met, or saw, or heard of Obama. The answer was a resounding NO from every one of them. I asked if they found this strange, or worried how this was possible? They all answered YES. I asked if they thought it was possible to be a Political Science major and never meet a fellow major in our small classes? They all gave me a very strange look and answered NO. So I asked, “How could this be possible? Can you explain this?” No one had an answer.

Keep in mind these people I spoke to are all- to a man and woman- dedicated liberal Democrats who voted for Obama. I’m guessing 90% are major Democrat contributors. My Columbia classmates are the crème of the crop of American society. Lawyers, doctors, billionaire hedge fund members, stars of the media. They adore Obama. But they all admit they never met him in their four years at Columbia. I am proud of my classmates for their honesty and integrity.

One classmate told me he was present when one of the most honored professors in Columbia University history gave a speech to alumni a couple of years ago. The speech was followed by Q&A. This beloved professor was asked about Obama at Columbia. He said, “I have my doubts about the story.” The crowd was stunned. He immediately went onto the next question and never elaborated. So obviously I’m not the only one with doubts.

So here’s my take on this great mystery. I’ve never said Obama was not registered at Columbia. I’m sure he was. I’ve never said he didn’t graduate. If Columbia says he did, then I’m sure he did. But I’ve always said there is something wrong with the story. It’s rancid. It’s unbelievable. It’s impossible. It’s the story of a Manchurian candidate.

The question isn’t was he ever registered, or did he graduate. And it’s interesting that one photo, one professor, and one newspaper article exists- just enough to provide a thin cover. But the serious question the media should be asking is…What did Obama do for two full years in-between registration and graduation? Did he ever attend a class? Did he ever have a single friend other than a Pakistani national? Why is the only professor to ever come forward and claim he remembers him a radical leftist who hates Israel? What exactly was he doing when no one met him, saw him, or heard of him? Why are his college records sealed? What has he got to hide?

But my educated guess is he can’t, or won’t ever release those records. Because what we’d find would be shocking.

Now I know somewhere in America is an Obama defender that will accuse me of lying. But are all those classmates at our 30th reunion lying too? And if I wanted to lie, wouldn’t I better off saying I knew the future President well? If I wanted to malign the President, shouldn’t I be saying he was my close buddy and I witnessed all kinds of terrible things? But I can’t say that. Because I never witnessed anything. Neither did any of my classmates. We didn’t know him. Never met him. Never saw him. My story is simply the truth- and it’s the same consistent story I’ve told since 2007.

There is something wrong with Obama’s story- that much I know. He is either the ghost of Columbia, or the perfect Manchurian candidate. But something smells rotten at Columbia.

Listen, BO was a well-known recluse at Columbia. He writes about it in his memoir, if you bothered to read it. He literally went into seclusion for two years, coming out only for class, while he grappled with the Big Questions, reading extensively in his room. He even admits that it was a monastic existence. Some professional observers have said that it is the most striking period of self-examination that any US President has ever made.

Then he graduated, moved to Chicago, and came out of the shell. That’s probably when he learned alphatude.

He literally went into seclusion for two years, coming out only for class, while he grappled with the Big Questions, reading extensively in his room. He even admits that it was a monastic existence. Some professional observers have said that it is the most striking period of self-examination that any US President has ever made.

Over to the CH commenters: what do you think of Barry’s tone? Is this Yearbook note weak sauce or is it the right touch of sneaky fucker cad game?

I don’t know the social context that they met, BUT… my impression is that while it’s not entirely “harmless weaksauce beta”, it has just enough aspiring cad game in there to make her think “creeeeeep” instead.

Maybe she’s a distant acquaintance, like half the people who sign your yearbook, and he had nothing to say but felt obliged to compose something quasi-meaningful but ends up as dopey, insincere filler. Like 75% of all yearbook writing. Don’t believe me? Dig it out of the box and read what you got in yours.

What a long, strange trip it’s been! Don’t ever change! Keep in touch! Have a great summer! Good luck in college! Stay cool! It’s been great knowing you/wish I got to know you better! It was the best of times, it was the worst of times! I’ll never forget you! You’re so sweet!

Maybe she’s a distant acquaintance, like half the people who sign your yearbook, and he had nothing to say but felt obliged to compose something quasi-meaningful but ends up as dopey, insincere filler.

After the wedding photo remarks… honestly… being this kind of contrarian and proposing possibilities that are… unlikely (to put it delicately), while refusing to recognize the most likely (>90%) possibility, is something that leftoids are constantly doing with their worn-out NAXALT fallacies.

The big… big difference between that you’re talking about and what Barry actually did is that the former are mindless asexual well-wishes and latter a blatant come-on attempt.

You both have serious problems incorporating all possibilities into an analysis. It doesn’t hurt “the cause” by thinking non-ideologically, especially as a rhetorical exercise. If you are serious about truth, rather than simple promotion, it is useful to contemplate the strongest objections in order to tighten your case.

For example, now your dogmatism is making you think the likeliest interpretation — the one which neither advances nor detracts from the Dark Game Enlightenment Agenda — must be presumed from the start as 90% or more likely to be false. You set it up as a kind of purity test; whoever agrees and expands upon the official interpretation is thought of as a member in good standing. That’s just poor deductive reasoning. Worse, it is an indication of overzealousness affecting your analytical method.

You’re not going to miss me when I’m gone, I know. But you are going to keep curving in on yourselves until your ideology becomes nonsensical to the outside world — which you will blame on them and their “ignorance.” These are signs of the senescence of a movement. Cantankerous old-man cynicism. A kind of early onset Alzheimer’s for a cause that is still practically nascent.

“It was David Hume many years ago who interrupted my dogmatic slumber and gave my investigations … a completely different direction.” — Immanuel Kant

I think you’re misinterpreting my point. In this case, posing the “contrarian” attitude, the advocatus diaboli, is not suggesting some exciting other possibility, but rather comes across as an attempt to prove that what we see as going on is illegitimate.

It is, in a sense, trying to lull us back to sleep, to reblind us to the reality that brought us here in the first place.

The “official interpretation” is, actually, what you’re proposing; that it’s a somewhat stupid farewell to a class acquaintance that Barry didn’t know that well and wasn’t attracted to anyway.

This wouldn’t be so bad, except for the fact that the official interpretation that you are advocating quite simply doesn’t make a lot of sense. Seriously. “You are extremely sweet and foxy, I don’t know why Greg would want to spend any time with me at all”? Sure, best friends might riff to their best friends’ girlfriends, but this… definitely goes off into the “creepy” and “gets Greg really suspicious” territory, not to mention “beta pedestalization” territory. And the rest of it is not much better. I just can’t picture myself writing that (or the rest of it) to the girlfriend or wife of any of my friends if I didn’t desire her, but might possibly if I was drunk and a lot more beta than I am now. I just can’t. Can you?

“It has been so nice getting to know you this year. You are extremely sweet and foxy, I don’t know why Greg would want to spend any time with me at all! You really deserve better than clowns like us; you even laugh at my jokes! I hope we can keep in touch this summer, even though Greg will be gone. Call me up, and I’ll buy you lunch sometimes. [phone number] Anyway, good luck in everything you do, and stay happy.”

The main issue here is that the peanut gallery assumes that he wanted to bang her, projection, when in actual fact he had no such intent and genuinely wanted to catch up with her for lunch. Not all men only talk to women they want to bang. Some are genuinely interested in women as people. I know that’s revelatory and probably unpopular here, but it’s true of less fixated men. In fact I’d suggest it’s alpha to engage with women and be nice to women you don’t necessarily want to bang.

Maybe. But in any event, I was trying to delve deeper than Obama’s teenage betatude, especially since these kind of one-off analyses are just for sport.

It is, in a sense, trying to lull us back to sleep, to reblind us to the reality that brought us here in the first place. The “official interpretation” is, actually, what you’re proposing.

Not in the least. I am assuming that “the reality that brought us here” has been sufficiently worked-over and absorbed by the readership I am trying to reach. I don’t see how a multifaceted interpretation has any chance of “lull[ing] us back to sleep.” It’s a sign of confidence in the readership that they do not have to be perpetually reminded that the “official interpretation” is always partial and almost always false.

Are we not ready to admit that not every phenomenon can be broken down into Alpha/Beta terms? And even if they can be deconstructed, must we do it to absolutely everything? It can be fun times and good practice to get lost in such diversions, but, as I’m trying to say, it can come at the expense of the truth where there is no restraint.

Can I “picture myself writing that”? No. Neither can most of the audience here for reasons discussed in the original post and repeated dozens of times in the commentary. So rather than belaboring that obvious fact, let’s do some internal housekeeping and tighten up our method some. Maybe even expand it to wider applications.

It’s the difference between adjusting a case study to fit ideological platitudes and having an honest conversation about that case study among honest men whose integrity does not have to be proved in every discussion.

He’s been dead 10 years, but this demonstrates your impetuous ad hominems are as ill-conceived as your farcical advice or your admonishments of others having “serious problems incorporating all possibilities into an analysis.”

“You’re not going to miss me when I’m gone, I know.” lol you whiny, wannabe martyr. incidentally, i actually agree with your broader point, even if i disagree with the “result” you’re suggesting in this situation. we should question everything, always.

[CH: High schoolers don’t normally ask girls they know are seeing other men out on lunch dates in Yearbook notes.]

Neither do they “normally” order pizza with double cheese from Domino’s on a Tuesday after swim practice. Each opportunity has something unique about its circumstances.

Couldn’t it be argued that asking a fellow’s girlfriend out on a date in a written place of permanence like a yearbook is an act of alpha brazenness? Especially when said fellow “will be gone” for the summer?

Yes, it could be argued. Many facets of this superficial snippet of evidence can be argued. All I’m saying.

“Couldn’t it be argued that asking a fellow’s girlfriend out on a date in a written place of permanence like a yearbook is an act of alpha brazenness?”

Not the way it’s done here.

Again, you are simply in over your head on these discussions. You don’t have the practical real-world experience to understand what we’re all telling you.

The reason we don’t waste effort on “maybe he barely knew her” is because we know the things he wrote arent something people say to someone they barely know, because we’ve interacted with other people enough to know instantly that we can rule that out, the same way we rule out the theory that maybe she was made of green cheese and Obama was riding a unicorn and that determined the meaning behind his writing.

I know you think you’re making a big point, like “hey I’m showing you guys things you hadn’t considered” but you are simply displaying your lack of practical experience. It’s the equivalent of a child waving at NASA scientists saying “but guys you have to consider that maybe gravity won’t work tomorrow!!! Who can say if it will!?? You should stop building that shuttle to refute my silly notion!!!”

You are essentially making the efficient inefficient with comments like this. If you had some experience, you would understand, as we do, why his note wasn’t alpha. The fact that you’re confused why no one will address gravity not working just enhances the very clear conclusion that you don’t have much social experience.

You are out of your league here. That’s not a personal insult, it’s a rational observation.

“Couldn’t it be argued that asking a fellow’s girlfriend out on a date in a written place of permanence like a yearbook is an act of alpha brazenness?”

Another way of looking at this is you’re basically saying couldn’t it be argued that the air pushes us downward, that’s why we fall, it’s not gravity it’s that air molecules push things down.

We’ve already done the research and written up the conclusions on gravity and it’s there for you to study. If you choose NOT to study it, and actively/willingly ignore it and write it off as nonsense to you, that’s fine, you can do what you like, but guys who have studied and thoroughly understand the science behind gravity will never cut you slack for your ignorant guesswork, and it’s silly for you to expect us to, just as it would be silly of me to expect the scientific community to take seriously my air-pushing theory.

You are willfully ignorant of what we’re discussing, and seem to pride yourself on that, then get miffed when no one with experience takes you seriously despite your grand gesturing and bullying. It’s silly and makes me embarrassed for you.

I’ll 100% support anything you write that actually gels with reality and field experience.

Reminds me of my beta days. I got a chill reading the note. The over-complimenting and self-deprecation dredged up bad memories and lost opportunities.

And the fact that he’s even considering going after his friend’s girl(ex? soon-to-be ex? doesn’t really matter) shows his social circle isn’t wide enough. Even in my beta days I knew better than to shit where I ate.

Agreed, talking down other guys in front of a chick you’re interested in is weak and may even backfire. If a guy is moving in on your gf or the girl you’re gaming then you have to deprecate his perceived social value. The indirect way of doing this by asking him boring logical questions and letting him yap on and on and thus beta himself in her eyes is a personal favorite.

Good breakdown. Though his methodology is very flawed, the only thing Barry did right was to at least take the initiative and try to get what he wants. So many guys won’t even do that because they’re ashamed of their base desires.

The better strategy would have been to pretend that Greg doesn’t even exist, and just leave a backhanded compliment: “Lovely earrings! You must have spent hours choosing them. You’re very vain, aren’t you? ;-)”

It’s in a yearbook, so this is probably a young kid in high school. He probably buys in to the “girls like nice guys” tripe and is going full beta here based on that mistaken premise. Give him ten years to see the ways of the world.

Affirmative action strikes again? Like many of these AA doctors who don’t know squat about medicine and have to look up everything while the patient waits, Barry seems equally ineffective. Fortunately for him his masters are making his every move now and generously grease the wheels for every societal change they tell him he should want.

Obama won because of who he wasn’t, not who he was. He wasn’t as big of a doofus as McCain or a weirdo religious cult member like RINO Romney. If the Republicans nominated some actual normal-type people they might have a chance. I understand that Ron-Paul-libertarian-type belief in the Constitution and Bill of Rights conflicts with Jeebus nonsense and all the cash raked in from bombing the shit out of third-world countries, but Team Red’s really been scraping the bottom of the barrel lately. Obama really doesn’t matter. We’re all fucked no matter who gets to be the figurehead.

Revelation 171. …Come here; I will show to you the judgment of the great whore that sits on many waters: 2 With whom the kings of the earth have committed fornication, and the inhabitants of the earth have been made drunk with the wine of her fornication.

@yareally. lol that link is hilarious. i particularly love how the writer saying that obama’s “mistress” is the “homosexual Hollywood actor” kal penn. first of all, i don’t know if kal penn is gay, but the photo the writer of the article uses is not of kal penn.

2)Excessive use of compliments: Out of six sentences he directly complimented her four times (and the entire message is one indirect compliment). Is it possible to be clingy in a yearbook message? This comes damn close.

3)Self deprecation: She “deserves better”; his jokes are lame; her time is more valuable than his so he’ll reward her with lunch. (See also: Compliments.)

4)Use of “hope”. Women hope; men actualize.

5)Failure to create emotional spikes: The entire thing was a beam of sunshine and rainbows up her ass. Where’s the playful conflict and tension?

6)Mentions the other guy: Attempting to assume the good vibes that his friend created via name-dropping him is suicide. Either he’s going to remind her that the other dude is more interesting, or he’s going to anchor himself to another beta chump. Lose-lose.

7)”Friend” plus the heart: *insert facepalm here*

Score: Wincingly terrible. The only hint of balls in the entire note is when he calls her “foxy”, and that just feel like an asexual grrrl power high-five when tethered to everything else. He can still get the lay if the planets (and her menstrual cycle) align, but it will be in spite of him repeatedly stabbing his pride in the face and not because of it.

Beta. Too many compliments. Never mention another guy at all. Even if you spent have the winter chillin’ at Hef’s mansion, don’t mention Hef. Just the mansion. Heart symbols are only for women you’re monogamous with, not girls you’re not dating yet.

It goes to show that charisma can be learned. I knew Obama was going to win the election in 2008 just by watching his body language evolve; he started to swagger and embrace his own authority, and even though he was a political novice, I said to myself, “Damn, that guy is starting to look presidential.”

Yup. His speeches don’t really need words. It’s all body language and vocal tone/pitch. Near the end of his campaign speeches, when Obama bends his head down to the mike and delivers a really long sentence, usually a list of diverse groups of citizens joining in political unity, the audience is already screaming.

Of course, I know you guys HATE diverse groups of people, so let the snark begin falling like volcano ash in 3…2…1…

French women are pretty sexy and they actually make good wives most of the time. Many know how to cook. France is still heavily majority native French, I’d say 90%+. But you have a lot of Algerians, Lebanese, Syrians, and Morroccans living there as well. They can also be very pretty and most are Europeanized.

The point is, most of his women were pretty low-caliber. Gennifer is the only one that I would have wanted to fuck. If you compare Slick to, say, the women that Tiger Woods was involved with, it’s glaringly obvious.

Michelle even described her husband’s election to the Senate in their home state of Illinois as a ‘costly waste of time’ – when he could be earning ‘real money’ at a major law firm. At the time, she insisted, they were ‘as poor as church mice’, and she was ‘one very unhappy mouse’.
That wasn’t all. Michelle was also fed up with her husband’s personal habits, including his chain-smoking, his snoring in bed, and being ‘clueless’ when it came to running the house.
He was, his wife maintains, not just ‘a fool’ but ‘a lazy fool’.
For his part, the normally laidback Obama, who would become the third youngest President in U.S. history, was deeply hurt, calling her complaints ‘unfair’ and short-sighted’.
She is ‘killing me with this constant criticism’, he told a friend.

Obama also maintained that he would always do whatever he was told when he was at home, and ‘never complained about the chores’ she gave him.

I guess it all depends on how clever we think Barry is. On the one hand, maybe he knows that she’s going to show the note to Greg. For Greg not to think something’s up, Barry has to come off like a harmless nonthreatening tool. Maybe Greg will even give his blessing to them hanging out and talk about what a great guy Barry is. Then, Kelli, who thinks it’s just all some innocent fun and why not — Greg likes Barry a lot, after all, and he -is- a great guy — will pick up the phone and -call- Barry, thus -initiating- a hangout. This gets Barry the 1-on-1 hangout he needs to bang Kelli.

Or……………………………………

Ya, he just reaaaally reallllly likes her sooo soooo much and is uber beta. Yearbook notes are more often a time to confess crushes than to hatch schemes — if my yearbooks are any indication.

this topic is the ‘by any means’ angle I took an opposite position to a dozen posts back (if it came across as an anti-PUA, anti-self development attack then apologies). Do we pursue taken poon for the greater good of our game or take a moral stance and masturbate over holding the bro line? No idea, I try to do both and see the effect on my outlook.

Pursue taken poon. The only way it can be construed as “taken” is through the tyrannical institutions of a regime we not only reject but aim to destroy. Ours is the “moral stance.”

They want the state of nature in their halls and offices, bedrooms and streets. Give it to them.

Except this comes with a major caveat: don’t destroy yourself in the process. “He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you” (Nietzsche, BG&E 146).

The Crisis will end when we introduce the subverters to the full measure of the consequences of their ideology. But this can only be achieved by discipline, deliberate effort, and strategic targeting. Therefore targets of opportunity or targets of self-satisfaction, while not optimal, contribute to the cause.

In other words, if you go fucking everybody’s wife because you like the danger and taboo, you still serve our purpose, even if you’re destroying yourself. Soon enough there will be no danger or taboo, however, and all that will remain is The Mission.

Yeah, I think what I tried, but failed, to articulate is that the world has just shoved me into a powerless box my whole life, and I’m just now trying to use whatever tools I can get — ‘game,’ working out, better self-control, a better handle on social dynamics — etc. to obtain some measure of strength. Now, once I’ve figured out how to gain that strength….that’s when I’ll tackle how I can best wield it. I don’t disagree that there’s a code of ethics in there somewhere, but for someone like me I believe it’s putting the cart before the horse.

So I guess for now, the pursuit of strength/social power (greater good of the game skillset) overrides everything else —- within reason ;D. I’m not going to fuck my boss’s wife or anything.

Good on you. Fake it till you make it works, no doubt. I’ve only been red pill for about 2 years now, in that time reading online red pill stuff & slowly trying out things has benefited me immeasurably. Look forward to the next field report.

Being a leader of men just means you are a… LEADER OF MEN! From what i’ve seen it GENERALLY correlates to being pretty alpha with women but not always… as in this case. But I bet if you get 100 leader types vs. 100 average joes the leaders will have better game with women overall.

Which is fine if your in high school/college and have high status within a group but in a big city or if your travelling and can’t take that status with you… you better have some game. Overall though leaders of better social skills so they probably do better in any environment.

Who said anything about Obama being a leader of men? Just because he was elected president? You have any idea how much underhanded shit the Dems pulled, and how many lies he told, in order to get him into that office? It’s got nothing to do with some kind of innate leadership ability, because he doesn’t have any.

Barry O’s presentation I write off as beta, the will to take a taken woman…. grey area. I’ve rooted around there, most of the time unaware she was in fact taken, and I think it’s fair to say to most guys if the girl isn’t part of his social circle then the benefits trump the risks these days as the risks are that low. These days if a girl makes me aware in her own subtle way later that she’s involved then I prefer to move on to fresh pastures, if it makes me a beta for feeling bad to fuck a betas ho then so be it. Plenty more fish and all that. Then again, what girl isn’t involved at some level with at least one guy in this day and age? Help me CH, i’m gonna cry.

It’s all contextual. We don’t know how alpha he really was in his social circle, so this could be an intentionally extremely beta text by an alpha male who knows the girl would take it as a joke, or it could be an honestly, truly beta text by a true beta who thought it would get him some poon.

I don’t often disagree with you, Heartiste, but here I do. High school is not indicative of how well someone will do later in life. Most everyone I know who was popular has gone to pot and let themselves go, and my 10 year reunion is right around the corner.

I was fucking invisible to girls in high school, but when college came around, I built my own harem and I’ve maintained one ever since. I look back on high school now and regret the wasted potential, but my future is bright enough I don’t swell on it.

A lot of people were betas before they learned better, including me, Barry, and I’m sure a lot of people on this board.

They’re both beta. Greg knows her from somewhere else, but can’t talk to her on his own, so he brings Barry to take the pressure off. Barry and Greg try to out-beta each other during the year, but she puts them both in the friend zone. Barry thinks that if he could just get her alone she’d see the light, but he doesn’t know how. That is, until Greg goes off to college. So Barry leaves a low risk note with the pretense of “Just friends”.

Kelli gets lonely so she calls the fruitcake who’s friends with the fruitcake from church, since she’s off to college in a couple weeks anyway. They go to lunch, where Barry gets nervous, then tells her that he’s in love with her.

Been fucking and dating a solid 8.5 for three months. She’s LTR material, the first one worthy in a long time and the first since I fully unplugged about seven months ago. Was alpha with everything in life except a bumbling beta with women. That’s no longer.

We see each other about once a week. I have zero oneitis for her, but I’d like to LTR her because she is one of the rare ones worth it.

So, do I remain aloof and evasive and wait for her to ask, or be the man and take what I want by asking her to be my girlfriend?

That’s all well and good, but you never mentioned how she feels about you. You only see her about once a week, so there’s much you do not know about her. The best way to find out is through the subtle re-frame of the boss interviewing the someone for a plum job with great benefits.

If she’s “LTR material” in your eyes, then give her opportunity to prove herself as such; instead of asking for something, tell her what you want and when you want it before secretly conducting her performance review. A series of behavioral compliance tests veiled as everyday, innocuous requests will quickly expose her true nature. You’ll need to carefully assess skills such as cooking, cleaning, and compassion for others before you decide to reward her with more of your large and thick remuneration package. She’s a potential LTR candidate but she’s not exempt from the rigorous interview process just because she’s passed her 3 month probation period. A temp worker is easily replaceable. Permanent positions, however, are earned through hard work and dedication to the boss — you.

I agree with HSBwSSF (best name on this fucking board, btw). Wait for her to broach the subject while you audition her. But also, in that time, think about it…are you just looking to LTR her because she is less drama than other women you know? Less hassle? You’re about to spend money, time, and resources on her. If I lose sleep about not being able to be with a girl, I’ll keep her around. If the most you can muster is, “Eh, might as well”, I’d advise against it.

This is good stuff, gents. Thanks. I was thinking today about when we hang out this weekend to go through some seemingly innocuous things about her plans for life and the future. Ya know, what she wants, and if it meshes with what I want. Is this a woman who fits into my plan? She does a good job of following my lead, so I’ll give her that. She’s hung around for three months, is always DTF and affectionate, so I know her interest level is high. Plus, to this point I’ve only taken her out twice – to a movie and a ballgame. Both of which I was going to do anyway and she just happened to fit into that plan. It’s been mostly the Alpha Fucks, Beta Bucks route.

To your points, I do think testing more deeply her worthiness and obedience is something I should do while playing aloof and a bit elusive about exclusivity. Almost everything I’ve learned about Game is counter-intuitive, so NOT asking for her to be my g/f seems the best course at this time.

If that’s what you want you could see her a few more times a week then withdraw a bit and wait for her to ask the “how do you see me?/what’s our status” type question, or post pics on your Facebook of you with another girl where the pics more or less state “date” whilst could also be written off as just hanging out with a friend. Images for her to think about. Depends on you & her tho I think. If you want it to be more solid, it’s probably better if it’s her idea and you brush off the idea at first, withdraw very slightly & let things cool just a little, and then ‘come round to her way of thinking’ a while later, preferably after ramping up the emotions & getting asked by her again, cos then you’ve got stronger investment on her part. She’ll get the satisfaction that she’s won the prize, and you’ll know why, making you feel in control. Just my 2 pence worth based on my own experiences.

Its the same with every other issue too. No talking about emotional stuff until she begs for it and even then give grudgingly. Shes gonna say “so I was thinking about us. About what this is… what are we?”
A good response is “shut up!” Then grin and kiss her.

Not sure I really buy the idea that scheming to fuck a friend’s girlfriend behind his back is the mark of an alpha. It COULD indicate a certain level of cockiness, but it could just as easily be seen as beta desperation–I think most guys who can get pussy at will would be willing to pass up that one opportunity and instead be loyal to their bro.

Actually, all of you are wrong. Sure, its a beta move, but its also largely irrelevant because a black male in an all white enviroment is assumed alpha because of white peoples perceptions of what a black male is.

Happens all the time.

Happened to me.

Many black males dial back on the alpha because THEY DON’T NEED IT because they are black.

I run straight up poindexter game because white people assume I can dunk, got a dick as long as a row boat, and have raped a few white women.

1. It is pathetic, beta, and vile to try to ‘get at the same girl’ your buddy is either dating and/or fucking.

2. The comment at the bottom of the Obama pic is quite perculiar, particularly given that Obama his biologically 50% white and was directly raised/developed by his white mother, grandmother, and grandfather. Frankly, the fact that a ‘50% white guy’ actually dated girls that were the same color as his mother is quite understandable and expected.

The “white girls excuse”? Really, OMG man, ROFL! It hurts you that bad?

Well, since you brought God into it, let me tell you what hurts… and see if you can wrap your dick-first-anything-goes mind around it.

Note I’m assuming you’re white…

If not, well… no point in reading further… we are of disparate ideals and motivations, and there is enmity between your seed and mine, if you begrudge my extended family their right to survive.

Look at the two kids on the left… they could pass for brother and sister, ‘though they’re not. If they got married and had children, each child would look like mother AND father, and 17 years from now another picture could be taken with similar results… and 17 years after that… and, well… you get the picture. As the Greeks would say: The oikos LIVES!!! A secured existence of my race and a future for white children.

Merely because I think they’re beautiful and believe that God set things up this way for a reason… perhaps merely because HE too thinks they’re beautiful.

Now look at the two on the left… what result happens there? The kids will look like the father, and whatever beauty evinced itself in the blonde mother through tens of thousands of years of evolution, indeed, God’s handiwork and unimaginably creative plan, disappears in one generation.

Yes… the thought of that result hurts me that bad.

It’s an affront to me and all who think like me… but more important, it’s an affront to God, the way I understand Him in my heart.

The continued existence of what I consider my extended family is NOT negotiable… and not snark fodder for you self-styled Lotharios.

You’re either a darky yourself, then… in which case there’s a vicarious holiday in your heart every time you see a white girl defiled… surprise, surprise… or you’re a dweeb deracinated SWPL/South Park denizen… in which case you’re equally of no account.

And I find all this “YOU’RE NO ALPHA!” shaming language here by you alleged PUAs to be just a variant of the Cathedral tripe.

Funny how I only have to hear said bullshit in Cyberia… no one ever says it to me in meat world… go figure.

I’m back to a pearls-before-swine, forget-it-Greg-it’s-Chinatown mode. Seriously, fuck this endless gook swarm of overbearing dweebery.

There is no jest, nor zinger, nor mot; there is no quip, nor discourse, nor quote; to make up for a sissy childhood. What unites these latter-day, middle-aged gamesters is their remedial crash-course in manhood, and they are striving hard to make up for lost time.

They can’t relax, they have vengeful hearts, they spit snit like schoolboys. After a misspent youth of omegatude, they have finally reached the stage in their manly development when they can be combative — which should have come ten or twenty years prior. Now they should be easing back into their throne and enjoying the fruits of their labors, letting the aspiring minions do all the petty scuffling, but this won’t happen for decades hence.

How do you convey that reality in the South Park idiom? You can’t.

And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.

And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.

Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth.

They’re all on schedule — but for the lost decade they can never get back. They can only resent their permanent displacement, their retardation.

Outnumbered and surrounded, there is no point dying on this hill. This isn’t the Alamo. This isn’t Zulu. This is a bleacher fight against hecklers who hate your visiting-team jersey.

I like the idea of policing the ranks to make sure places like these don’t turn into HuffPo. But squash one roach, another rises to take its place. There is a world elsewhere.

(Although, I did see that the late, great commenter A.B. Dada resurrected briefly, which is a hopeful sign.)

Now they should be easing back into their throne and enjoying the fruits of their labors, letting the aspiring minions do all the petty scuffling, but this won’t happen for decades hence.

It’s a learning and maturing process. I can relate; I myself have probably matured five years in the last one and a half years since I started coming here, and my acquaintances have all noticed. But by attempting to declare themselves done like the people you’re referring to is leaving them half-baked.

The SWPLs like Sweetheart Gracian, of course, have an extra hurdle to go over — namely, the emasculating philosophy that they take as self-evident troof.

Well now that the picture is up, one has a very different take on these things: Barry is cooing over the redhead, but the much hotter blond is pulling away. ‘How dare Barry think he can have the both of us’. she seems to be saying. The real take-away of course is, that although at that age Barry thinks he can pass as White (and the two girls are too polite to suggest otherwise) we now know that Barry ultimately decided that, yes, he is Black, and hence falls for ‘single mum’ Michelle. My friends Dr Freud of Vienna says that in rage against this, Barry (like Alberich in The Ring) forsakes love (at least with white women) for the purpose of subduing the world and thus subduing white men. Miscegnation is a terrible thing so choose your parents wisely, though sadly Barry didn’t.

Having said that, on reflection, Barry’s note, although a bit beta, is actually quite funny and knowingly self-deprecating. He is clearly a bright lad, but has any woman noticed this? Of course not, as women are dreadful judges of male quality. Poor Barry – eighteen months with an older woman, screams Beta.

I bought a kindle version and my suggestion to those who want to help change the culture in a man friendly direction while barely lifting a finger should also buy this book. The kindle version is only $9, and if this book was sent to the top of the charts on Amazon or on various best selling booklists it would send a massive wake-up call to the culture.

I wonder if there is a “that one black guy at school” game to pick up white girls. You are the only black guy so you play down your blackness and play up your interest in stuff like white rock, books and borderline beta stuff.

Heh, heh… ’cause ya see, en passant is a chess move that means “in passing” and “passing” is an old school phrase for when a light-skinned minority makes his or her way among and is accepted by white society and… aw, forget it.